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Deviant in Dungeon

Nightmare's Might I

By Von Krieger

Marian Moonsea felt like a disappointment. Her little village had scrimped and saved up enough money to send her off to the nearest Dungeon City with enough to get her checked out at the Adventurer's Guild and put a few useful magical items in her arsenal in order to get her start delving dungeons, slaying monsters, and looting awesome treasures.

But unfortunately Marian had experienced none of that.

The rare ability that the simple magical items and abilities back in her little village had failed to identify remained just as unidentified. It wasn't something that tied into the Adventurer's Guild's library of known traits, nor was it something that resonated with any of the proper adventuring classes.

The closest Marian had gotten was a strong resonance with the Dungeon Porter class, which had effectively zero combat utility and made her effectively a pack mule for actual adventurers.

It wouldn't be so bad, but she was a young woman with a slight build and while Dungeon Porter did increase her carrying capacity, it didn't actually provide the increase in Strength that would act as a force multiplier and give her the supernatural might that most adventurers had.

That and a few of the delvers that hired her to carry their loot, mine the ore, collect the plants, and harvest the hides and cores (and occasionally other organs) from slain monsters also treated her worse than they would an actual pack-mule. Because a live animal was a permanent investment, but a Dungeon Porter's services could be had for a small fee and a minuscule cut of the dungeon loot.

Marian had wanted to be able to start sending money home, but she had nearly used up all of the savings she had budgeted for food and housing and would start having to dip into the emergency fund that was just enough for one last magic item to try and get her career back on track.

Her pack had been the one magical item that she'd allowed herself. It had unlimited storage capacity, unlike the upper tier loot bags, but it also only removed a portion of the weight. A significant portion that scaled with her size and strength, but a portion nonetheless.

It let her carry a couple hundred pounds and spread out the muscle strain across her entire body. It had made her quite physically fit, but it hadn't given her Strength or Endurance points that would've made her job much easier. But then again, the most viable way to actually earn those points would be to have a combat-capable class in the first place.

Marian had spent her weekend going from shop to shop looking for a magical item that would provide what she needed. She'd had no luck thus far. Titan's Bracers only multiplied one's existing Strength stat, and two or three times zero was still zero. Belts of Giant's Strength were hot ticket items, as they provided a flat Strength bonus and thus were highly sought after by adventurers whose combat prowess relied on might and muscle.

She wasn't quite desperate enough to accept a Succubus' Kiss or undergo experimental augmentation from the Emerald Hive. She quite liked having her soul intact and decidedly untainted by hellfire and was also very much not keen on the idea of giving up a portion of her life by effectively renting out her body to do tasks controlled by the Emerald Empress' hivemind.

It was getting to the point where her only option might be to start using potions, but those were costly enough to the point where odds were that she'd be losing money on delves when using even the cheapest ones about 75% of the time.

The sun was close to setting and the market stalls that had been Marian's last resort were beginning to close down. She had started to make peace with the idea that maybe she'd have to call the whole adventuring thing a bust and maybe head back home in shame in order to not waste what was left of the funds that she'd been given to start an adventuring career that had never happened.

But then she caught a glimpse of something odd out of the corner of her eye. Down a cramped and dingy little alleyway was a swirling portal that hadn't been there on Marian's earlier trips to the market. A well-polished and lacquered wooden door inset with gleaming brass detail work displayed a rather proud looking logo of a dragon and the words "Banana Dragon Designs" emblazoned above it and "Lightly Cursed Discount Magical Items" written below.

Was she willing to accept a little bit of unpleasant magic in return for what she wanted? Definitely. It couldn't be any worse than the occasional verbal abuse she suffered at the hands of her "clients."

Heck, depending on what the curse was, it might be a bonus if it prevented adventurers from slapping her ass on a delve and calling her "sweet cheeks." She drew in a breath, drew in all her courage, and stepped into the store.

-o-

Banana Dragon Designs was quite the strange place, as it had a layout that Marian had never seen before. It was a series of tubes, each perfectly round with every surface covered in shelves, drawers, cabinets, or some other manner of storage device. The ceiling was even covered with a bunch of things hanging down or secured in wire mesh baskets that allowed one to see the contents.

The walkable area was about 10×10 square with the floor, ceiling, and shelves all placed in the rounded edges. It alternated between 10 feet worth of storage and then ten feet of additional aisle, each of which was also laid out in a similar fashion. Peering down the main aisle, Marian could see a counter at the end with a ladder on the back wall leading up into the ceiling and presumably another one of the 60 foot long, 10 foot wide, 10 foot tall tubes.

The Dungeon Porter walked up to the desk and rang the little bell that indicated that she was to sound it for service. There was a brief flash of bright blue, shortly followed by a hard thud behind the counter.

"Hi! Welcome to Banana Dragon Designs!" said a small, blue lizardman that had hopped up onto a box in order to see over the counter top.

"Are you okay?" Marian asked, "It sounded like you took quite a tumble."

The lizardman scoffed, "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm literally made of rubber. It's the quickest way to get down from my living quarters up above the shop. Don't want to keep a customer waiting."

He brushed off his shirt and straightened it, "Now, were you looking for anything in particular, or did you just want to browse? Most things are labeled, but we do have some products that are one-offs, prototypes, or featured chaos magic that chaos magicked all over the place, in which case it's advised that you use one of the store's complementary pairs of Lenses of Looting. Though after we had a few people run off with them, the boss derg cursed the new ones to turn anybody who took them beyond the door of the shop into a raccoon."

The kobold looked Marian up and down, leaning over the counter to do so, "You're not in the market to turn yourself into a raccoon, are you?" he asked.

"No!" Marian replied quickly, shaking her head.

"Shame. I just got mine in and have no idea if the curse actually works. So what can I do for you?"

Marian laid out her situation to the little blue lizard with the purple hair and frills.

"Oh! I think we have just the thing. The boss has had pretty good luck with enchanting fun little off-slot items with that exact thing in mind." he explained, hopping over the counter.

Marian was startled to see that the merchant's apron he wore below his waist and reached down to his ankles revealed the biggest bulging manhood that she'd ever seen and she couldn't keep herself from staring.

"Don't worry about it! This is from drinking the boss's private stash of unnatural male enhancement potion." he gave balls that put a tanuki to shame a fond pat, "I know I shouldn't partake at the company retreats, but it's just so fizzy and tasty. Can't stock it, unfortunately. Classed as a Love Potion."

The shopkeeper practically bounced down the aisles and much to Marian's surprise the aisles didn't actually cross one another. Each aisle split off into six more aisles, each of which split off into six more aisles.

"How is that possible?" she asked as the little lizard led her down a confusing series of turns.

"Oh! Lightly cursed Enveloping Pits!" he said by way of explanation that didn't actually explain anything.

At Marian's silence he seemed to realize such and continued, "Typically they're magical items used by our dungeon-spawned cousins as portable traps. You put one on a wall sideways, build something on the wall that will be unpleasant to fall on, and then put it on the floor and cover it so that somebody will have a 60 foot plummet onto misery and death."

"So what's cursed about these?"

"Can't put them on the floor. Makes them absolutely useless for their original purpose, but makes them fantastic for extradimensional spaces on a budget. That is, if you're a kobold of course and a devotee of one of a limited number of dragon gods."

"Oh." Marian sighed, as a 10×10×60 portable dimensional space would actually be rather handy to have.

"I mean the kobold part is pretty easy. I've got a couple dozen different methods that would get that part done easily, but it's pretty hard to change one's religious devotion overnight. Which leads me to the item that I'm thinking of to help you with your problem."

The kobold stopped so suddenly that Marian nearly stumbled over him, right in front of a rack of different kinds of footwear.

"So I'm thinking Shoes of Nightmarish Strength. Usually Strength-boosting items are hand or arm wear, because of the symbolic link to people lifting and picking up heavy things being a major way to show strength. Or as belts to help with back support, which is very important if you want to be lifting heavy things for extended periods of time. Hernias are no joke."

The kobold spun and waved a scolding finger at Marian, "As an oviparous species, kobolds don't have belly buttons, which are actually a type of hernia, and we don't want to end up with one, so safe lifting practices are very important!"

He pulled a drawer the size of a chest open and began to toss out shoes, socks, boots, and other assorted footwear into the aisle, "So there's going to be some minor physical alterations with these and they're kind of a semi-permanent integration. It's the kind of curse that sticks unless you actively get it removed, which will make it so that you can't get cursed by it again. But unless you have a stupidly high compatibility with this item or a personal ability with high resonance, the changes are going to be limited. Like, you're probably going to end up with hooves at minimum, maybe you'll have a kind of Satyr-type look at the worst. Does that sound acceptable?"

Considering that Marian was on her feet all day, the thought of having a nice, solid, unfeeling pair of hooves at the end of her legs instead of squishy, aching feet sounded kind of like a pleasant bonus rather than an actual curse, and she stated as such.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Yeah, the boss thought so too. Which is where the Nightmare part comes in. Really ties the concept together with Nightmare having a triple meaning. Nightmarish in the amount of strength it gives you, Nightmare like the horse monster, and also Nightmare like the bad dream."

"Boss was particularly proud of this one. It will alter your dreams, but not in a way that's going to leave you tossing and turning all night or leaving you unrested in the morning. Again, it's a resonance thing and will vary from person to person."

The kobold produced a pair of shiny, black leather boots with laces that seemed to shimmer with all the colors of flame. The front of the sole had a horseshoe embedded in it.

"Here! Go ahead and try these on. They won't attune until you've actually slept with them on, so you'll be able to freely take them off and on until then. The Strength-boosting effect will be only partially active and the strength of the effect may top out there, or it may be stronger depending on how well your spirit and the item mesh. But you'll be seeing the bare minimum of what they'll do for you."

Marian nodded and sat atop the chest, removing her own shoes and then donning the Shoes of Nightmarish Strength. As was the norm for a magical item, they resized and shaped themselves to perfectly fit her body.

She immediately brought up her status sheet.

"Six points of Strength?! That's ridiculous! That's tens of thousands of GP on a Belt of Giant's Strength!"

"Yup! The boss makes good stuff."

"And what do you want for them?"

The kobold gave a price that was about three times more than what Marian had and her face fell.

"But don't worry! These are a new item. They're something that Mistress Marigold brought to the boss, the original template is meant for an actual horse and gives different boosts. The boss is great about tweaking a little something here, and a little something there and putting in stuff to balance it out. That's why Banana Dragon Designs is the premiere seller of lightly cursed magical items!"

The little blue lizard happily hopped down the aisle and began digging in yet another bin.

"As a new product, we offer a discount as part of our beta tester program. You'll just need to wear a pair of enchanted socks beneath the Shoes and when the effect has fully taken place, they'll monitor the magic and how well everything is working (or not) and then send that information to the boss via the MageNet. The information is limited what's going on with items that you've purchased from Banana Dragon Designs, so we're not going to be like those Octopus Overlord bastards with their brain-rending Tomes of Service that will sell your entire character sheet for silvers on the gold to anybody and everybody that comes asking."

The kobold grinned, showing off very white, very sharp teeth and then quoted a price that would leave Marian with a few weeks worth of rent and groceries still in her pocket, "Does that sound like a deal?"

He held out his hand and Marian shook it, sealing her fate.

-o-

That night Marian slipped into slumber and was visited by a great beast. She found herself adrift in a sea of stars, a brightly gleaming full moon overhead. The dreamscape of legend that had given her ancestor their surname. The creature that approached her was a titanic specimen of equine beauty, towering over even the largest mundane horse; his coat was a midnight black that drank in all light. His hooves gleamed with the slight sparks of starlight that filled the sky. A proud pair of feathered wings jutted from his back and a jagged horn like a demonic sword grew from his forehead.

All of these things, starlight hooves, broad wings, lance of a horn, blazed with radiant flames in red, purple, and black hues. Not merely a nightmare, but perhaps a prince or king of nightmares. Maybe even the Nightmare of Nightmares himself, a near divine beast that spread terror in dreams.

Except that Marian could feel that he was not here to deliver a night filled with fear and terror, but something else entirely. His massive muzzle pressed up against her face and planted upon her the gentlest of kisses and Marian found herself gasping at the pleasant sensation of his warmth and that slight movement was all that was needed for the beast's great tongue to slip its way into her mouth. The Nightmare of Nightmares had come not to deliver his namesake, but instead an erotic dream.

Marian couldn't recall if she had begun her dream with clothes on, but if she had they were absent now as she was laid bare beneath the majestic Lord of Night-terrors. He began to teasingly trail his tongue down her body, dipping down to her chin, over her neck, giving a few bliss-inducing licks to her nipples, tracing down past her navel, and then began to lap at Marian's pussy.

With lips and tongue that exceeded the dexterity of any mortal horse, the nightmare stallion began to pleasure her, tongue penetrating her better than any cock had in her mortal life, upper lip fondling her clit in a way that neither she nor the few lovers that she had taken (mostly out of the urge to experience something to relive the dehumanizing drudgery of her career) had managed to accomplish.

The Nightmare Prince seemed to be pulling something inside of Marian somehow, putting it to use making his tongue even bigger, or perhaps that was her inner walls growing tighter? Whatever it was, it felt fantastic and Marian found herself reaching down to grip her dream lover's ears.

The flickering flames of his nearby horn caused her no pain, instead the warmth felt welcoming, kind, and loving. Her bare skin seemed to drink in every ember of heat that the Nightmare Prince had to offer her. The heat soaked into her muscles, traveled up her arms, and began to flow into the rest of her body. Particularly her loins.

Somehow the beast's oral proficiency continued to reach new heights, or perhaps Marian was just becoming more receptive to it. But the tightness within continued to build and her body clamped down tighter and tighter to the equine's slithering tongue until it expelled it from her body entirely.

There was a sudden sense of weight where nothing had been before and Marian felt the strange sensation of the dream horse taking something fat, heavy, and round into his mouth and giving it a few teasing suckles before moving to its partner, and then to something else entirely.

Her clit has blossomed into a magnificent mountain of pleasure and with each passing movement the tectonic plates within her body drove downward and pushed upwards, shifting what was once a mere mound into an increasingly towering spire.

Marian realized what was happening and accepted it with the easy flow of dream logic. The Nightmare Prince was sucking her cock. Moment by moment it grew, inch by inch added to its length and girth. In a span that could've been a few moments or stretched out into a blissful experience that flowed across dream-years, Marian's member soon reached to the back of the stallion's massive, mighty muzzle.

The Nightmare Prince drew back with a gleam of mischievous embers in his eyes as he allowed Marian to look upon her own stallion-hood for the first time. It was so big, so thick, so long, it looked both weirdly out of place upon Marian's comparatively diminutive human body, and yet also seemed right. It was as if Marian had always been meant to have something like this between her legs, and yet for some reason the divinities had cruelly deprived her of the organ that she'd always been meant to have.

Once more the great beast's tongue went to work, probing the slit at the end that oozed generous amounts of lubricating precum, tracing down the length of her shaft, doing a few laps around her medial ring and then more laps upon the interior of Marian's bestial sheath.

Once more the creature popped each one of her balls into his mouth, giving each a moment of blissful, suckling attention before moving onward. The nightmare's tongue trailed back behind her sack to where Marian's womanhood had once been, and then the stallion shifted his position, moving around from in front of her to behind.

Once more the Nightmare Prince's tongue pierced her, but instead of her womanhood it was her other lower opening. But instead of growing tighter and tighter instead the sensation was the inverse. A feeling of growing and swelling, but one that was delicious and blissful nonetheless.

It was as if her pussy had been a mere mockery of what was supposed to be, the stallion's questing tongue and agile lips pleasuring her puckered donut to ecstatic heights that her femsex could only ever have dreamed to achieve. Bigger and bigger and bigger it grew, and deeper and deeper and deeper the dream horse's tongue went.

Marian cried out in bliss as her lover's tongue seized upon something inside of her, gripping it tightly and crushing it, bringing her immediately to blissful orgasm. Her proud rod spewing what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky cum into the air and onto Marian's red-hot body.

This was the spark needed to ignite the tinder of the Nightmare's flames that had penetrated her even more deeply than the equine's tongue, they had nestled into the center of her very being and erupted into a bonfire of lustful pleasure and might that she had never known, causing her cock to erupt anew with hot, gooey ropes of seed that splattered upon her body. Upon her belly, upon her breasts, upon her face.

And it was then that Marian awoke with a nickering chuckle in her ear as a goodbye and a promise that they would meet again from the Nightmare Prince.

With her new horse cock erupting a frankly ridiculous amount of cum over the short fur of her equine underbelly, dripping down her barrel-like chest and onto a bed that was far too small for her centaurian bulk.

Marian had only a few moments with which to confusedly acknowledge the alterations that had taken place to her lower body before a completely different emotion took hold of her and sent the train of her mind careening down a different track.

The Adventurer's Guild's heads-up display had flicked on now that she was awake and the time blinked a brilliant, angry red at her.

Oh no! She had slept through her alarm and she was running terribly late!

She waved a hand over herself to use the simple multipurpose spell that every Dungeon Porter was granted, a tiny spark of arcane power that was meant for merely mundane tasks. She cleaned herself off, not to the degree of a good bath, but what one might accomplish with a few passes of a wetted cloth and a bit of water. It would surely dry to stickiness later, but she was late!

With nothing in her meager wardrobe that would fit her warped lower body anyway, Marian simply shucked her gooey nightgown in favor of her third-hand leather armor and strapped on the familiar weight of her pack.

Rather than the simple backpack that it had been, Marian instead felt a significant weight settle upon her equine back and feel a number of new straps appearing and tightening themselves around her massively embiggened body.

Oh wow, she could carry so much more with this new body and these new bags!

She darted out the door, her starlight-sparkling hooves carrying her across the pavement in record time. With her great speed, which she found she was capable of maintaining for what seemed like forever, she just barely managed to make it to the dungeon entrance on time. But with a strange, throbbing ache between her legs (and also strangely just beneath her new equine tail).

It wasn't exactly the sort of Nightmarish Strength that Marian had thought she would be gaining, but she supposed that it would work well enough for her purposes.

Today was going to be a good day.